Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl i knew
Fairest skin with eyes of blue
I swear to the lord that i loved her [bad word] It's a year now she's been gone

Her spirit was as bright as the soft sunshine
Lips the color of strawberry wine
I wish to god she still was mine
The chance [bad word] again

After first we lay in love's sweet bed
With one look at her eyes i might have read
All the pain that was flying through her head
Through my guilt i could not see

I turned to her when the morning came
Hungry thoughts racing through my brain
But the knife in her heart screamed herself she'd slain
And a note whispered love too soon

Her old man screamed and her mother cried
All i could do was to wonder why
girl in her youth was forced to die
Is loving such a crime?

She died [few in the years] with [bad word] still small
Seeing sixteens summers and fifteen falls
Me and my blindness never realized all
The fear she kept inside

Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl i knew
Fairest skin with eyes of blue
I swear to the lord that i loved her [bad word]